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wow i’ve neglected this blog.

hopefully i’ll be on tonight

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‘ no, you’ll get an infection. ’

‘  meh  .  ’  came  the  reply  as  jane  wrapped  the  wound  up  with  the  same  bandages  .  he  wasn’t  too  fussy  about  it  &&  infections  were  easily  treated  .  that  is  ,  if  he  got  an  infection  .  chances  were  he  wouldn’t  .  teresa  fussed  too  much  over  him  .  &&  though  it  was  ENDEARING  ,  he  sometimes  thought  maybe  she  didn’t  need  to  .  clearing  his  throat  ,  jane  moved  around  the  kitchen  looking  for  some  tea  before  turning  his  head  towards  her  .

‘  if  it  gets  really  bad  ,  i’ll  let  you  know  .  ’  he  assured  her  PATIENTLY  before  flashing  a  wide  smile  at  her  .  ‘  honestly  teresa  .  it’s  fine  .  i  promise  .  ’

meme  ;;  not-accepting  ;;  @agcntlisbon

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You attend the funeral. You grieve. Then you continue with your life. And at times the fact of her absence will hit you like a blow to the chest, and you will weep. But this will happen less and less as time goes on. She is dead. You are alive. So live.

Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 6: Fables and Reflections (via lifeinthebox)

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anyone else have a heart thats too soft….. a marshmallow heart…… tempur-pedic mattress heart…. a cotton candy heart…..

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Hey, stop scrolling.

Everyone who is reading this: I’m so glad you’re alive. I’m so proud of you. You are loved. I’m here. Don’t give up, we’re almost there.

Pass it on.

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Jane/Lisbon

who hogs the duvet ;; lisbon, all the time, every time. jane barely gets anything && often it results in a tug-of-war sort of night

who texts/rings to check how their day is going jane. he often sends her a text when he’s out and about. lisbon always looks forward to it

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts jane. he’s always maintained that he’s a mindreader and often gets them exactly what they need. not maybe what they really thought they wanted, but always something that is meaningful and interesting. lisbon often just relents && lets him do it knowing she’s never going to beat a swammy

who gets up first in the morning lisbon most mornings. she likes to go for a run before work. jane is always waiting for her though with some coffee when she gets back

who suggests new things in bed both of them.

who cries at movies lisbon. even though she will always vehemently deny it whilst it trails her face.

who gives unprompted massages jane. he will just reach over && give her one whenever he feels like it

who fusses over the other when they’re sick jane. he’s a fusspot && can’t help it

who gets jealous easiest lisbon. she knows how much of a womanizer jane used to be && sometimes gets jealous when other women are around

who has the most embarrassing taste in music lisbon. spice girls, backstreet boys, ny’snc, any weird 80′s and 90′s pop music she’s into

who collects something unusual neither of them collect anything very bizarre, but lisbon likes to pick up seashells

who takes the longest to get ready jane. he can spend forever in the shower if he wants to

who is the most tidy and organised lisbon. compared to jane. neither of them are very... put together. 

who gets most excited about the holidays jane. but lisbon often can’t hide her excitement either

who is the big spoon/little spoon big spoon-jane little spoon- lisbon

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports jane gets competitive when it comes to games such as scrabble, cards or whatever. lisbon will tackle anyone who she thinks might be in the chance of scoring a goal in football

who starts the most arguments jane. not on purpose mind you, but he sometimes says the wrong thing.

who suggests that they buy a pet neither. it just kind of ends up happening with charlotte

what couple traditions they have up north for christmas, saturday nights are movie nights, sunday nights are cooking the roast together nights

what tv shows they watch together both are lovers of cops

what other couple they hang out with wayne &&  grace, bucky && liza

how they spend time together as a couple usually just cuddled together or eating food or just enjoying life

who made the first move jane

who brings flowers home jane

who is the best cook jane . lisbon can make microwaveable meals and thats about the it really

meme  ;;  @agcntwells

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send me a ship and i’ll tell you

who hogs the duvet

who texts/rings to check how their day is going

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts

who gets up first in the morning

who suggests new things in bed

who cries at movies

who gives unprompted massages

who fusses over the other when they’re sick

who gets jealous easiest

who has the most embarrassing taste in music

who collects something unusual

who takes the longest to get ready

who is the most tidy and organised

who gets most excited about the holidays

who is the big spoon/little spoon

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports

who starts the most arguments

who suggests that they buy a pet

what couple traditions they have

what tv shows they watch together

what other couple they hang out with

how they spend time together as a couple

who made the first move

who brings flowers home

who is the best cook

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░▒▓  josh  ;

          Josh let out a wry snort. He never considered himself an honest man–he did what he had to in order to get by–but correcting the man likely wasn’t in his best interests. Patrick might not be a cop, but it was clear his opinion mattered to the people here. He only wished that he would actually put it to use and help get this whole business cleaned up.

          “Then maybe you can tell that poker-faced li’l buddy in there that,” he mumbled. “Somebody’s set me up for all this. I’m a lotta things, mister, but I’m no murd’rer.”

jane  watched  him  with  a  curious  expression  .   he  obviously  didn’t  think  that  of  himself  ,  which  meant  an  altered  perception  of  who  he  was  .  TRULY  ,  jane  knew  that  josh  was  honest  at  least  about  himself  .  a  purse  of  his  lips  &&  jane  shrugged  ,  glancing  over  at  his  feet  before  giving  his  hands  a  twirl  .  ‘  in  any  case  .  i’ll  try  &&  PERSUADE  lisbon  to  take  up  another  line  of  enquiry  .  she  listens  to  me  .  i  secretly  think  she  has  a  little  crush  on  me  .  ’  a  slight  beam  from  him  &&  he  sat  back  &&  watched  .

‘  you  think  you’ve  been  set  up  . INTERESTING    .  ’  he  clicked  his  fingers  .  ‘  first  name  that  popped  into  your  head  right  now  .  who  do  you  think  could  have  done  this  ?  often  our  gut  instincts  are  right  . ’

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░▒▓  martha  ;;

The way he watched her was obvious, at least to her–just analyzing her openly since she told him she didn’t mind. It was interesting to see the way the gears just turned in his mind. They were very nearly visible in the clear blue of his eyes. Maybe this was what he looked like when he let his guard down. At least half way or a quarter. Either that or he was very good at faking it. He had questions, that part was obvious enough, but she would wait to voice them rather than volunteer information he may not have deduced. 

Her gaze shifted to meet his as he stood up to get a better look at her, but she still smiled and nodded. “Yeah, UNIT swept me up while I was still in uni. And I wouldn’t be a very good doctor if I was prone to violence, would I?” Then again, he could read all of that in her file. There was only a small part of it that was redacted and what was removed was unlikely to be relevant to any future case. At least, not in California. 

“What about you? Are you prone to violence? Or do you just pretend to not have a filter to provoke a reaction, violent or otherwise?” She was still curious as to what else he could read from her, but she could just imagine him using his skills of deduction and knowledge of human behavior to set someone off. 

astute  assessments  were  sort  of  his  thing  .  he  could  mark  out  a  military  man  just  by  the  cut  of  his  hair  .  could  point  out  a  jockey  from  the  way  they  moved  .  could  point  out  a  doctor  from  how  they  saw  the  world  .  &&  carried  the  WEIGHT  of  life  &&  death  on  their  shoulders  like  it  was  the  earth  itself  .  throwing  his  candy  wrapper  in  the  nearest  trash  bin  ,  he  cleared  his  throat  &&  tilted  his  head  as  her  gaze  shifted  up  to  meet  his  .  her  admittance  clear  to  him  as  glass  .

‘  &&  it  didn’t  HURT  that  you  had  worked  in  close  proximity  to  this  mystery  man  who  took  you  on  adventures  &&  showed  you  the  world  ?  ’  he  assumed   .  he  shifted  for  a  moment  then  told  her  .  ‘  on  your  FIRST  DAY  of  medical  school  ,  you  are  presented  with  a  corpse  &&  a  series  of  textbooks  .  that  changes  you  .  i’m  SORRY  to  say  it  .  ’  he  paused  ,  pursing  his  lips  before  shaking  his  head  ,  deciding  to  move  the  conversation  along  .  ‘  i’m  not  saying  you’re  a  violent  person  .  ’  he  assured  her  .  ‘  just  that  you  know  it’s  necessary  &&  aren’t  afraid  to  say  that  .  ’

a  small  pause  .  was  he  prone  to  violence  ?  yes  .  when  he  thought  about  it  truly  ,  he  knew  that  he  would  be  UNSTOPPABLE  when  it  came  to  red  john  .  he  knew  that  he  could  become  a  monster  &&  dangerous  &&  deadly  until  someone  stepped  in  to  stop  him  .  but  he  couldn’t  admit  that  .  not  when  he  hid  at  every  sight  of  a  gun  .  a  shrug  .  ‘  nah  .  not  me  .  can’t  even  look  at  a  gun  without  flinching  .  ’  he  said  lying  with  ease  .  it  was  second  nature  to  him  now  .  &&  virtually  undetectable  .  except  maybe  to  lisbon  .  

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░▒▓  liza  ;;

It’d been a long morning– barely eleven and the entire day had been dragging so slowly. Liza had woken up late, barely had enough time to get her coffee before just making it into work. Of course, ever since she’d been in, it’d felt like she’d forgotten something– even texting Bucky to make sure she hadn’t wasn’t enough to take that feeling away. But when Patrick strolled in, talking about how it was her birthday, she groaned and dropped her head, slapping her forehead with her palm. “Really?! Of all the things… how the hell.” She huffed before her face flooded with color and she looked at him over the bag he’d set on her desk. “Not you– I just… I forgot my birthday.”

Rolling her eyes, she slowly started pulling the gifts from the bag, letting her gaze linger for an extended moment on the framed picture. “This… you didn’t have to get me anything.” She muttered, her heart lodging in her throat as she set the frame beside the picture of her mom, dad, and brother. Standing, she went over to where Patrick was standing and gave him a hug, wondering if he’d understand just what he– and Charlotte– meant to her. They were part of her family now, as far as she was concerned.

“Oh, no, no, no. I don’t think you get to make demands on my birthday. We’re going for Italian, and you’re just going to have to suck it up. But I won’t argue if you want to go to a different Italian place.”

jane  cocked  an  eyebrow  at  her  .  really  ?  after  all  this  time  that  she  had  known  him  ,  she  hadn’t  figured  out  that  it  was  his  job  just  to  know  these  things  ?  well  truth  be  told  ,  he  had  a  hunch  .  &&  a  read  of  her  file  .  hot-reading  .  was  the  same  as  basically  knowing  EVERYTHING  about  her  anyway  .  he  waved  his  hand  dismissively  ,  a  soft  ‘meh’  coming  from  his  lips  as  he  glanced  at  her  .  ‘  how  can  you  FORGET  your  birthday  ?  ’  he  asked  .  ‘  i  mean  ,  forgetting  your  spouses  or  maybe  even  your  grandmas  -  i  can  understand  that  to  a  point  .  but  your  own  ?  ’  he  shrugged  it  off  &&  watched  her  as  she  opened  her  gift  ,  happy  that  she  liked  what  he  had  gotten  her  .  after  all  ,  it  wasn’t  a  common  thing  to  get  presents  from  co-workers  .

awkwardly  ,  he  accepted  the  hug    HE  LIKED  HUGS    .  but  only  when  he  was  giving  them  .  he  stood  there  &&  patted  her  shoulder  gently  before  pulling  back  ,  a  clearing  of  his  throat  .  he  didn’t  need  to  be  a  mind  reader  to  know  that  she  was  thinking  of  the  office  as  her  FAMILY  now  .  it  was  very  clear  to  see  .  

jane  stared  blankly  before  letting  his  face  crack  into  a  huge  wide  smile  .  ‘  WELL  THEN    .  ’  he  said  .  ‘  it’s  a  good  thing  i  got  us  a  reservation  there  .  best  booth  in  the  entire  restaurant  .  ’  he  said  with  a  nod  .  ‘  but  that’s  where  i  draw  the  line  .  i  won’t  SEDUCE  you  over  penne  pasta  .  ’

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i’m not crying

i just have a branch in my eye

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* hurt prompts

‘ are you bleeding? ’

‘ take it easy. you hit your head. ’

‘ where does it hurt? ’ 

‘ sit still and let me take a look! ’

‘ how did you get that black eye? ’ 

‘ you should see the other guy. ’ 

‘ did i say you could get out of bed? ’

‘ that’s going to leave a bruise. ’

‘ i’ll get some ice. ’ 

‘ that’s what you get for picking fights. ’

‘ are you trying to give me a heart attack? ’

‘ what’s wrong with you? ’

‘ you can barely stand. ’

‘ did you throw the first punch? ’

‘ that’s a nasty bump. ’

‘ get in the car. you’re going to the hospital. ’

‘ at least bandage it. ’ 

‘ no, you’ll get an infection. ’ 

‘ wet floor signs are there for a reason, you know. ’

‘ you’re lucky. that icicle could’ve killed you. ’

‘ where’s your gratitude? i rescued you! ’

‘ i’m calling the nurse. ’

‘ was that stupid dare worth it? ’

‘ what happened to you? ’

‘ sit down. i’ll make some hot chocolate and fix you right up. ’

‘ are those bandages? ’

‘ you need stitches. ’

‘ look out for that tree branch. ’

‘ i’ve got you. just stay awake. can you do that for me? ’

‘ lean on me. ’

‘ you got two choices: let me carry you, or die out here. take your pick. ’

‘ shit, you’re burning up. ’  

‘ you’re not dying. it’s only a sprained ankle. ’

‘ lie down. ’

‘ i’m sorry. i know it hurts. here, hold my hand. ’

‘ you’re in no condition to be walking around. ’

‘ wake up! wake up! ’

‘ i don’t feel sorry for you. ’

‘ look at your face! ’

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Lie to them. Lie to all of them. Just fucking do it. It’s so easy, and you’re so good at it, no one will ever know.

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I crawled all the way on my hands and knees from that door. But it was worth it.

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💜

▒ @cbipsychic​ || meme || accepting

She had been meaning to tell him for a long while, but it was a matter of the right words…   and the right time, she supposed.   To tell him how she felt about him.   How much he meant to her.   ❝ I don’t know what to say.   You’re my   DAD. ❞   She admitted with a slight shrug.   ❝ We spent   10 years   apart and after I found out about…   everything, I didn’t know what was going to really happen.   That you might throw me out, disown me. ❞   She cleared her throat.   ❝ And all I really had was our   PICTURE   together.   Now we’re here and you’re so much more than I ever imagined.   I imagined a lot and you’re so much more. ❞

Feet shuffled, fingers twiddled and she found herself picking at her nails.   ❝ Everyday spend with you I just remember more about the way things used to be.   I know that you might not see at it the way I do, I know you blame yourself and I wish you didn’t.   But I believe you’re a lot   BETTER   than you think you are.   You know you’re still my hero…   you’ve given me a lot more than I could ever ask for  –  a lot more than I even deserve. ❞   A huff of laughter then escaped to suppress the burn in mirrored eyes.   ❝ You still make me happy and laugh and you’re there.   You’re right there.   You’re honest with me, you help me and you’re probably the only person who   KNOWS   who I really am. ❞

She took a breath.   ❝ You…   with you…   I trust with   EVERYTHING   and I don’t know if that’s a bad thing.   It could be, but I like to think it’s worth it.   I like to think that my trust is put where it should be and it’s not easy.   But I’m not exactly wise either. ❞   After a moment or so, she finally sat down.   Hands trembled.   ❝ I love you, dad.   And I always did.   Maybe it was in different ways, but either way it’s always been there.   I admire you, I admire your strength, your skills,   I look up to you. ❞   She said, yet smile never faltered.

❝ I look up to you…   I’m…   close to you because you’re so   REAL   and I don’t mean that you’re not…   imaginary.   I mean you’re human.   You’re real.   And I love you for that.   I love you because you’re my dad, because you’re good, because you’re cool.   I love you because…   you took the things you’ve ever done, all the   LIES   you…   ever told and did something good. ❞

She sniffed, hastily wiped at her eyes.   ❝ Now that I know you and now that I got to spend time with you.   I get to make up all the time we   LOST.   I don’t want to think about losing you. ❞